Since it last occurred to me to muse on my American expedition, an awful lot has happened. It’s been months since I was in Dayton at the Air Force Museum, and that scares me a bit. 

Life seems to move quickly.

So as I sit here with a chilled Chenin Blanc, my favourite music warming my ears, I feel it might be nice for completeness if I continued my self-important ramblings about what I did when I went to America.

And there are loads of things to fit in. Where do I begin?

Probably in Cincinnati. That’s where most things began for me in America.

So, in Cinci I discovered Cornhole. Let it never be said that Cornhole is a worthless sport. It’s practically one of the best things ever invented, in my opinion. Even better, we had a competition at a work event. Unsurprisingly, Maria and I lost to a very competetive pair in the first round. We did meet some interesting people, and from there, America got much more fun than just tourism.

Having met a real life American, we then went on to do some real-life American things. We watched a softball tryout. We got immersed in Latino culture at Salsa in the Square, only to go to a nightclub to continue the salsa dancing action after hours. I got shown up, but I’ve been told that for a beginner I was good. Thanks, guys that was very kind of you.

I’ve never really come across the Latino culture before. I hear an awful lot of American humour about the Mexicans and how they’re invading the country, but the way in which everyone was enjoying the music, food and singing at the Salsa in the Square event warmed me - I loved the music as it was pretty exciting to listen to, but there were some really good dancers showing and sharing their skills. 

I’d love to hear and experience more, and I likely will, but until then I have my good old Scots music to fall back on… and Salsa Celtica, of course!

I’ve now been thrown out a pool in an apartment complex as it was after closing time, and had breakfast for dinner punctuated by small measures of Maria’s favourite drink. I’ve partied in a hotel room and discussed cultural differences, and then laughed at Craig Ferguson as he bridges the gap between America and Scotland so effortlessly. 

And that was just for starters.